Ready to Rumble Page #4

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go up for the crown.

- Crown him, King!

- Prepare to be varnished!

Here's a move we've seen before.

Very familiar. Diamond Dallas...

...motioning to the crowd that

it's time for the diamond cutter.

King caught him!

That will stop anything, including

the diamond cutter, I'll tell you.

Both men down!

Wait a minute!

Here come Page's goons,

led by Sid Vicious!

They're the biggest, meanest men

in our sport, coming to help Dallas.

Watch out, King!

Power bomb by Sid Vicious on King!

The double diamond cutter!

No! No!

Toss him out!

Here they come! Finally, the King's

men have come to bail him out!

- That's right!

- Oh, yeah!

The wrestlers are surrounding King.

I don't know what's going on here.

Wait a minute.

They're all attacking Jimmy King!

They turned on him!

Sinclair must have got to them.

What's wrong with you?

DDP motioning to his goons

to head up to the top rope.

King!

This is what you get when you

suck your money down the toilet!

- You jinxed him!

- No, God, no!

- Get off of me!

- This isn't even a pay-per-view!

Four men.

There's four wrestlers

on the four corner posts.

- A four-post massacre!

- No one can survive this!

No!

It's a four-post massacre.

They all come up at the same time!

Incredible!

Come on, get up! Count him out!

Count him out!

Count it, ref.

One! Two! Three!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Your winner and new WCW...

...Heavyweight Champion

of the World:

Diamond Dallas Page!

Ladies and gentlemen.

You have witnessed the demise...

...of Jimmy King.

He will never, ever...

...fight for the WCW again.

Long live the new king

and reigning champion...

...Diamond Dallas Page!

Feel that, Jimmy?

That's your spotlight fading.

- Why?

- Why?

Why not?

You're through. I'm done with you.

Rest in peace.

Damn allergies.

Yeah, me too.

Damn stupid allergies.

Unfair, bogus allergies!

Unfair, cheating, blind ref!

Bogus Sinclair allergies!

Damn Diamond Dallas Page!

Right, Sean, let it out, man.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy...

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done...

Oh, my God.

We made it!

We're alive!

Would that be raw sewage I'm smelling?

Yeah. I kind of

always liked the smell.

Yeah, me too.

Kind of smells like French toast.

What? French toast dipped in sh*t.

Damn it, Jim.

We're firemen, not janitors.

We sure as hell

aren't gonna clean this up.

Sh*t!

What're the odds of that?

That truck and that business were

all my dad left me when he died.

That's all I've got

to remember him by.

I'll remember my dad by the epic

beating I get for coming home late.

We got no jobs, Gordie.

State police, here I come.

I can't believe how much we suck!

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